"Ride the wind, help me." At this time, Wang Jun was shouting loudly, hoping that the old man could save himself. However, the trembling old man didn't pay attention to him at all, but after looking back at him, he sighed softly.

Then he squatted down, threw the firewood on his back on the side of the road, took a small rusty axe in his hand, and chopped it there.

At this time, Wei Qing waved his hand, and everyone stopped. He came to the old man's side alone, looking at the mysterious old man with complicated eyes.

It seems that he looks different from the old man he usually sees, but what is the difference? It's hard to say for a while.

In short, there is a rare sense of mystery in him.

This aroused Wei Qing's interest, and the reason why Wei Qing wanted to pay attention to him was because at the moment when the car caught fire just now, he vaguely found a small marble, which was launched from his position, and then hit the location of the car's fuel tank.

"Old thing, you ruined my car?" A Ford car was destroyed in his hands like this. Although the car is not valuable, it is very important for them at this time, after all, the mountain road is difficult to walk, and if you want to get out of this mountain forest by hiking, I am afraid it will take a long time.

It disrupted everything he had planned.

It seems that this old man is very unusual.

It was as if there was an indescribable magic in him that attracted his attention.

Wei Qing's footsteps stopped, less than ten steps away from the old man's body.

One of his hands was held on the scabbard, and as the senior brother of the Immortal Gate, his realm had already reached the fourfold level of earth and martial arts. It can be said that he is far ahead of his juniors and disciples. As a genius of the later generation of the Excalibur Sect, he has always been worshipped.

Right now, when he met this old guy, he somehow suddenly made him feel a little weak.

"Ahem...... My old man is just a mountain village man, and he even struggles to chop wood, so do you still have the effort to destroy your car? Besides, I'm at least a few dozen meters away from your car, and it's a bit unauthentic for you to say that. ”

The old man raised his head slightly, with a strange smile on his face, and met Wei Qing's eagle-like gaze, but he said without the slightest pressure.

"Really? Old fellow, I think you're a martial artist, and just now a marble flew out of your hand and destroyed my car, right? Wei Qing's eyesight is outstanding, and he has long seen the clues of the problem.

A word to break the way.

"Click......" The old man waved his axe unhurriedly and cut off a piece of firewood.

Then he sighed softly. With a slight trembling body, he picked up the broken firewood that had jumped off the side and put it into the pen basket on the side.

His movements were slow, as if he were picking up something fragile. Hold it lightly and put it more openly. However, in this series of slow motion, only one action is fast. That's his finger. Between the inadvertent movements of the fingers, the broken wood in his hand split again, one into three, three into five, until it turned into a pile of tiny wooden sticks similar to toothpicks.

Seeing such a scene, Wei Qing's face suddenly sank, and he couldn't help but gasp, and took a few steps back one after another.

"Young man, don't be so domineering, okay? There are some things that must be forgiven and forgiving. The old man slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a touch of sharpness, but he instantly retracted, and his face was still smiling.

It seems that that moment was just an illusion.

"Old thing, you're looking for death." At this time, Luo Li suddenly swept up from behind and slapped his palm at the old man.

Obviously, the old man's words deeply angered the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

Ignoring the instructions of the senior brother, Luo Li had already taken the lead.

"Don't." When Wei Qing saw it, his heart was in turmoil. Immediately speak out to stop it.

However, it was already half a beat late. At this time, the old man's fingers shook, and a slender toothpick-like firewood held in the palm of his hand suddenly flew out, and with a bang, shot at Luo Li, Luo Li was defenseless, his leg hurt, and he was hit by one, and immediately sighed, his leg was weak, and he fell from the air.

Then a second stick burst through the air and shot straight into his eye.

"Stop." At this time, Wei Qing screamed, his arm raised, and an invisible aura fluctuated, flying out, and with a snort, the wooden stick was shattered.

As a master of the Earth Martial Realm, he has the ability to release true qi, and he can condense his true qi, so that when it is released, it will be even more powerful.

However, in a hurry, he only had time to condense a palm print.

Even so, the power is quite amazing. From a distance of five meters, a palm shattered the wooden stick.

The old man kept unhurriedly collecting the broken wood in his hand, and did not look up at all, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all.

And Luo Li, who had been hit by a move, fell to the ground at this time, covering his legs with his hands, and screamed in pain.

"Luo Li, stop screaming, aren't you afraid of losing the face of our Divine Sword Sect?" Yes, not only Wei Qing thought so, but even the other junior disciples all stood there with embarrassed faces.

This cry seems to be a bit ecstasy in addition to pain!

When Luo Li heard this, he immediately blushed, he was patronizing and shouting cool just now, he didn't expect this at all, and when he saw the expressions on the faces of his junior disciples, he understood everything.

Mom, you must have been misunderstood by these guys.

Suddenly, the old face turned red.

"Luo Li, why don't you pull out the wooden thorns?" Wei Qing glanced at him and said coldly.

"Yes, big brother." Luo Li also wanted to pull it out, if this wooden skewer, which was about a few inches long, shot into his leg muscles, only a little bit was exposed, it would be no wonder he would scream. And this place is close to the base of the leg, which is even more embarrassing.

Naturally, Wei Qing is too lazy to do this kind of thing. Luo Li gritted his teeth, jumped on one leg, jumped into the woods on one side, and told the juniors not to follow, so he was relieved to pull out the thorns.

On the other side, at this time, Wei Qing's face was even more gloomy and almost dripping.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency? Open the skylight and tell us who you really are. Although Wei Qing had the strength of the earth martial arts, he still felt weak in the face of this seemingly unbearable old man. There is no chance of winning.

It wasn't clear to him what it was for. But he understands that there is a mystery in this.

"Ahem, my old man is just a mountain village man, what other skills do he have, he usually has nothing to do, just to collect firewood and make a living, how can he be like you, these wealthy disciples, all of them are glamorous and beautiful, and they live a life without worrying about food and clothing."

The old man shook his head and said with an envious expression.